Dewy escape
Dewy trees hold me at night for now
Clapping branches of loud entropy
I am sheltered by its vaned vow
A green truth for me and the poppy
And those poppy’s will grow ever tall
Then be torn by a kids naughty
And as I lay till the cold fall
My hair will wilt and seeds will cry
For they have only the spring to bawl
As for the hair, I’ll make some lie
About dew and poppy seeds
At reality i will never try
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